Between Heaven and earth essay
Chapter 42 – Epilogue
Rennie
Rennie sat in the lobby with his coat waiting for his cousins to come pick him up. As he waited, he fiddled with the zipper of his coat looking back at his adventure in Iceland. He wondered to himself how he lived through such a cold environment. After waiting a while, I turn around to see my cousing D.J. looking at me.
“Rennie!” he cried scaring me out of my pants. “Yipes! You scared me!” I replied. I’ve never seen D.J. before, but he has a pretty similar resemblance to me. I find my luggage, pick it up and look inside of it. Nothing was missing. Good. As we walk to our car, I see the old man and shoot him a thanks. He winks back.
D.J.
D.J was smiling the whole way back. “All cousins accounted for” he thought to himself. He couldn’t wait to share his adventures on Mount Kilimanjaro with the rest of his cousins. He pondered on the thought of his grandfather, and how he would be proud that everyone has completed their tasks successfully. He even wondered if spirits from the dead visit them on Halloween.
After an hour long drive, they reached the old and wrecked house their grandfather used to live in. Everyone was at the door welcoming Rennie; the lost cousin. As D.J. entered his grandfather’s old home he saw streamers and junk food as if this were a birthday party. But this was a celebration party. We partied for a while, then rested on the couch playing video games. 10 minutes into our game, My mother stood up real high on a stool and said “All grandsons gather around the fireplace; time to share stories!” Instantly, I blushed a shade of dark red; embarrassed and followed my cousins to the fireplace.
Steve
I stood around the fireplace. I must have had the most exciting field trip learning about my grandfather and his history in WWII. The second I started thinking about my grandfather’s journal, my mother asked who would share their stories first. I raised up my hand. “Steve?” she said surprisingly. She must have been surprised
Rennie
Rennie sat in the lobby with his coat waiting for his cousins to come pick him up. As he waited, he fiddled with the zipper of his coat looking back at his adventure in Iceland. He wondered to himself how he lived through such a cold environment. After waiting a while, I turn around to see my cousing D.J. looking at me.
“Rennie!” he cried scaring me out of my pants. “Yipes! You scared me!” I replied. I’ve never seen D.J. before, but he has a pretty similar resemblance to me. I find my luggage, pick it up and look inside of it. Nothing was missing. Good. As we walk to our car, I see the old man and shoot him a thanks. He winks back.
D.J.
D.J was smiling the whole way back. “All cousins accounted for” he thought to himself. He couldn’t wait to share his adventures on Mount Kilimanjaro with the rest of his cousins. He pondered on the thought of his grandfather, and how he would be proud that everyone has completed their tasks successfully. He even wondered if spirits from the dead visit them on Halloween.
After an hour long drive, they reached the old and wrecked house their grandfather used to live in. Everyone was at the door welcoming Rennie; the lost cousin. As D.J. entered his grandfather’s old home he saw streamers and junk food as if this were a birthday party. But this was a celebration party. We partied for a while, then rested on the couch playing video games. 10 minutes into our game, My mother stood up real high on a stool and said “All grandsons gather around the fireplace; time to share stories!” Instantly, I blushed a shade of dark red; embarrassed and followed my cousins to the fireplace.
Steve
I stood around the fireplace. I must have had the most exciting field trip learning about my grandfather and his history in WWII. The second I started thinking about my grandfather’s journal, my mother asked who would share their stories first. I raised up my hand. “Steve?” she said surprisingly. She must have been surprised